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I write words (only some of them). Repped at Range & Verve, unless you hate me, in which case I'm a robot sent from the present to destroy you.
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Teaching my kid about journaling now so he has the tools he needs to process his emotions when bullies beat him up for being such a massive journal dweeb.

In the failed state of California in the overrun city of Los Angeles today I drove my mom to the airport, got some coffee with a friend, got the kids from school and worked on some podcast edits. Thank god the United States Military will be sent in to shoot unarmed civilians. This cannot hold.

Spoiler: he was attempting to tell echo to turn the lights blue, and, having now mastered the trick, I’m feeling *pretty* validated in as yet having resisted buying a voice controlled thermostat.

Tragically baby was bitten by a sleepy baby and now when the sun goes down transforms into a were-sleepy baby (it was him, he bit himself, baby may be rabid, don’t tell CPS or the neighbors).

“Pssst, when your mom comes in, I’m gonna blame that fart on you.”

Nazis go Home (Depot).

Here are some texts I got from an immigration lawyer friend of mine. Shared with permission. Some of the bleakest shit I’ve ever heard.

Oh crap, I think my kid just figured out that I’m cringe. This is so embarrassing (for him, to have me as a dad, I presume if not outright insist).

On this week’s episode of Baby Podcast, Baby goes full conspiracy theorist and spills the tea on Big Mama (admittedly, that also happens a lot off mic).

Book ’em, Danno. Nerder one (but approaching two at an alarming rate).

When Baby grows up I’m going to hand him a big glass of water and make him watch this video while he drinks it.